Me and only me, this self-centred ideology is a common phenomenon in this modern world. Why are we so obsessed with ourselves? 

This world is going through some tremendous changes from the rise of scientific advancement. A single day is impossible without science. This advancement is creating an unparalleled dominance upon the mind and ideas of the modern people. Indeed the world we are seeing is preceding the past civilization by its technological progression. But in humanity and morality, are we progressive? I think the answers to this question will help us to find the root cause of our topic. In this current world, in the name of the reformation of society, we are trying to implement some stereotyped scientific ideas. The scientific progression is so flourishing that anything moulded in the shape of science becomes so powerful. But we don’t know about the product inside. We people forget that there is an existence of pseudoscience. It happens when a thing is so fascinating. For this, chaos is adequate in society. This chaos is showing survival for the fittest is the only solution. We are becoming biased about ourselves. We are becoming isolated within us. Personal greed and loneliness are killing us inside because we are giving them a place in our minds. It’s happening because it’s coming to a moulded box of science. The immense light of science is making us bemused. We are losing our social and family life. And eventually, we are going to lose ourselves. 

This selfless, self-centred life is a parasite inside us. We are nurturing it through greed and ignorance. It’s killing our humanity and making us a soulless structure. I am not at the centre of the world. Because if it is only me one day, this whole world will crush only upon me.

I get off my bed and step on my comfy grey woolen flip flops. Looking at my feet, I realize the cold atmosphere left my skin thirsty for moisture. But no, I have much more important to do. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth. The small open window gave me chills as the wind blew through my spines. As I wash my face, the ice-cold water freezes my skin. I need warm hugs! I know the exact thing I need now. I get out and get my crepe pink cardigan. Ahh! It’s warm here.

I walk towards the bedside table to get my glasses and then enter the kitchen. The morning birds have started singing outside. The sun is still dreaming. I get my kettle, fill it with that same ice-cold water that I used a while ago to wash my face, and then I let it boil. I feel the warmth of the flames as I put my hands near it. Where are you, my love? I breathe the air of satisfaction as I watch the coffee bag sitting on the kitchen countertop. I take the dark brown coffee bean and grind them. Putting the coffee beans in my new clear kettle, I watch the coffee slowly blending in the boiling water. It’s just like magic in a kettle. The smell of the coffee tickles my nose and attracts me toward it. I get my special edition coffee mug and pour the hot coffee in it. The aroma from the black coffee warmed my heart. I hold the mug and went to my desk. I sit down and open the final chapter of ‘Wuthering Heights’. Taking a sip of my coffee, I look at my window and see the sun peeking through all that mist. A perfect winter morning! I open the book and start reading as I take a sip of that coffee. Every sip of that magical drink is making me grateful for every drop of water I used in this coffee. What a feeling! The perfect thing any coffee lover and bookworm would ever want on a chill winter morning like this. I feel myself dissolving in those pages, words, and letters of the book. Soon, even before I realize I get lost in the forest of words, the world of books, my imagination, deep thoughts in my mind. So, I’m sitting with some deep thoughts, a mug of coffee that is still warm, a good book on a cold winter morning.